Annie: Come Home It's Supper Time

Did you ever hear your Mama call, "come on home now, it's supper time?" If you could go deep enough beneath the grass and some of the dirt around these old home places, you would see a line of bare foot prints.

Summer Full Blown

An Old Rock Home

Storm clouds threaten the house with a long porch. Seems strange with no one sitting on the porch keeping watch over the weather. One of my most vivid memories is my dad perched in a chair on the front porch, keeping a sharp eye out for tarnadoes.

Old House with Young Shade Trees

Look Close and You Will see "The Church in The Valley." Lots of words have been penned about the old country churches. Many people yearn to go back and sit on the rustic pews just one more time. You can do just that at this little country church in the valley. Regular services are still held here at this old church.

Most every home place had a barn with a cow path leading up from the pasture to the door. Lots of lessons were learned by kids around these old barns. One lesson that I learned was you can't really fly if you jump from the loft with a battered old umbrella.

We were making a trip one day, when we rounded a curve and came upon an old barn that had survived from the past. For some reason, it reminded me of a big dinosaur with its bleached bones showing. I am sure that a quiet country lane had led to this barn in the past. It was now replaced with a busy highway.

We had several hours of driving ahead of us.The sky was cobalt blue. It was a perfect day for day dreaming, and I had plenty of time to think undisturbed. I remembered the hours I had spent playing in the hay lofts with my siblings and cousins.

The hay was hoisted up into the loft by hard working hands. Up that close to the top of the barn it was always very warm and the hay had a powerful smell of sweetness. It was a perfect hide a way from our watchful parent’s eyes. We could be as adventuresome as we choose to be.

I learned lot of things in a barn loft. You can’t jump out of the loft opening with an umbrella and fly. We knew that when my cousin tried it. The sound of his body hitting the ground below was scary.
Those old lofts were a long ways up.

There was the time we played all around a big rattle snake without being aware of it or bitten by it. I remember the frightened feeling inside of me when I saw it sprawled out dead on the ground.

Those days were hard, but from the difficulties some of the most amazing recipes appeared on the tables.

Mom would pull out the old cast iron skillet to make her wonderful pineapple upside down cake. She put her butter in and let it melt on a warm part of her wood stove. When the butter was warm and bubbly, she put in her brown sugar and carefully placed her round pineapple slices down. Then her batter went on top, and it was placed in the oven and cooked until firm. The aroma of the brown sugar and butter was exceedingly pleasing.